I picked up the grandkids from WeekDay today with anticipation in my heart! I was looking forward to a cookie/milk break and making play dough. As I unloaded groceries, Jack and MH decided to explore the back of the van. They were having lots of fun hiding and “imagining” so, of course, I ran inside to grab my camera. Spur of the moment, serendipitous opportunity to catch these sweet faces.
Later, inside while I made playdough, they showed no interest in snack time; rather, MH found some Tow Mater tow trucks that change color when dipped in warm or cold water. I set up a couple of bowls in the sink, Mary Hollis dragged up a stool, and she was happy, along with Jack who joined the fun, for the next thirty minutes or so. No interest in my play dough!
As a child of the 50’s, I remember those playtimes when I could be creative and imagine and do what I wanted to do. For me, an only child, they were often time with just me. But I made so many happy memories with modeling clay, paper dolls, and little red vinyl 45 rpm records.
Children need time to just play. Toys or organized events don’t have to be the main thing. They do need parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles who quietly keep an eye on them while letting them enjoy the “little things.”
The playdough may have to wait for another day. And I have to go finish a hide-n-seek game!